When i was 8 one of the neighbours attempted to rape me twice, (he was 17 at the time) i was to afraid to tell anyone the first time around but when it happened again i told my dad, needless to say he went mental and kicked this lad all over the street before my nan called the police.
I became very quiet and withdrawn for a few years after, then i sorta started to get a grip, (things werent perfect but they were better)
things were ok til i was 19, i started seeing this guy, one night he thought it would be nice to invite a few mates around for a meal and such, unknown to me it was just 1 mate in particular.
Before i knew it, i was being raped by 2 guys, one who i thought i could trust
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I didnt know it but at the time i had been pregnant, 2 days later i lost the baby.
I became very withdrawn, and i was afraid of telling any1 because of threats that these guys were making.
I was tormented by 1 of these guys for a long time, i had a few friends take care of him, he is now doing time, i now have to deal with some of his friends and family who blame me for everything (they dont have a clue what this guy is really like)
i now live life being baby sat by my hubby and a friend who is a police officer and i hate it